It was a Wednesday, I was laying down. My head was pounding. I was like, “Oh my God! This must be my pressure.

My brain was pounding. When I tried to stand, I fell and hit my head on the table. Blood was streaming down my face and I thought, “Oh no, I’m dying.” I called Ms. Pam out of the bathroom and she said I need to go to the hospital. I said, No. I will go on Friday.” She helped me clean up the blood and eventually went home. Ironically, She left the door open.

I called my mother, Vera Jame Peterson, twice. The first time I said,” I don”t feel good in my soul.” She prayed for me.
I called her again she did not understand me. I had a stroke on the phone with my mother. She was alarmed and desperate.
She called Bubba, my “brother,” who is a police officer.

I tried to get to the bathroom, which was far. My bowels came out. My leg and arm were dead. I was crawling to the bathroom.
My speech also was gone. As I was crawling, I saw my grandmother, Ella Mae Jame. She rubbed my head and insisted I go back
because it was not my time. Then, I saw more of my family who had passed on; Aline, Netty, Henrietta, Dodger, Larry, Chester,
Stomp, Nora and Boy.

Meanwhile, Bubba called the Ft. Myers police department in Florida and they called the Atlanta police department and gave them my address on Maple Street. Everyone came – police, ambulance, fire. They all came. My mother saves me.

I was taken to Grady Hospital first. I spent 5 days in the ICU. When my mother arrived, She said, I’m here.” at that time, I was not speaking or walking. I was transferred to the Shepherd Center. There I want to speech therapy, physical therapy, and occupational therapy. I advanced from a wheelchair to a walker and eventually a cane. Now, I am wailing on my own two feet.
I am speaking and singing. God can do whatever you ask. He is able, God is real. He told me I need to tell my story.
Somebody needs to hear my story and know GOD IS REAL!!!!!!